“Yes, Mistress!” I replied, still unsure of what I was getting myself into. Smiling, she producing a leather collar, like the one her husband had ...on, told me to put it on, and to lie down next to her on the bed. After properly answering her order with another, “Yes Mistress.” I sat down on the bed, laying my head on one of the pillows, my cock defying gravity. She straddled my hips, her still glistening pussy mere inches from my manhood. Looking over her shoulder briefly, she asked Jim, “Can. From the chemically enhancedmercenaries like Bane to the genetic anomalies like Killer Croc, he'ddealt with them all. But as soon as one fell, another took his place.It was a never ending cycle, and the reality of it was that he was tired- physically and mentally.But the city needed him, Batman knew. Maybe, if he'd never put on thecowl, Gotham could have survived without him. Now, though? Now, he wasthe only one who could combat the nightmarish creatures, the villainswho had sprung up to. All the younger ladies were now completely nude except for 3 inch heels they all wore & they sat beside each other on the large living room sofa as their respective moms came over & licked their pussies. Meanwhile as the Mark, Paul , Arthur & Ryan watched the incestuous lesbianism happening across the room . The nominated fluffer Sonia , began jerking off, sucking & licking all the cocks, balls and assholes . The men were facefucking Sonia with no abandon . At nights end she was. Yesss... I know... !" Jean heard herself say, the frantic force of her unfulfilled desire pitted against the credo of upbringing creating havoc inside her. Again, she shook her blonde-head, her long silken hair wildly flailing around her white, naked shoulders as she sensed the burning excitement of wantonness taking complete command over her... but with it came delicious memory waves of Mark... of Caesar! Her... her wonderful animal-lover would do it for her! She sat for a moment in her.